you’re sitting in a small, square room, dimly lit with only a light hanging from the ceiling to give way to any sort of vision of what’s infront of you. to say what is infront of you, is a blonde imp, his wings bound behind him and his body tied to a chair.

his eyes slowly begin to flutter open, his blue gaze spotting you at once, causing him to jump, which only in turn makes his chair rattle.

tweek: “who are you?! gah!”